A/N Hello my beautiful humans. Enjoy this update!

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Greg slid down his chair and sighed. There was too much paperwork to fill out and Sherlock still hasn't texted him yet about the case. Someone knocked at his door, it was Sergeant Donovan.

"Sir. There's two men here wanting to see you."

"Can it wait?"

"They say it's about the case."

Greg sighed and sat up straighter fixing his tie. "Alright let them in." Sergeant Donovan held the door open as two men entered. One was tall with long brown hair and the other was a bit shorter with lighter hair. "How can I help you boys?"

They glanced at each other and showed him federal badges. "I'm Agent James," The shorter man stated and pointed at his partner, "This is Agent Sweatman. We're with the FBI."

Greg frowned, "What's the FBI doing all the way out here in England?"

"You see sir," The tall man interjected, "We're following the signs of a serial killer. We think that the case at Chester High is one of his works." Agent James grabbed a handful of peppermints and began putting them in his mouth.

"We won't be needing the FBI's help." Agent James choked on his candy and coughed. Greg tossed him a bottle of water.

"Thanks."

Agent Sweatman glared at his partner and looked back at the Inspector. "We been chasing this man for a while now. Perhaps you can allow us to join..."

Greg raised his eyebrows, "So then I suppose you two know Jim Moriarty?"

"Who?" Agent James received a elbow jab from Agent Sweatman. "Sammy what was that for?!"

"Sammy?" The Inspector looked at the two agents in confusion.

"It's my first name." Agent Sweatman grimaced. "So about Moriarty, I thought he was dead?" Agent James snorted and left the room.

Greg raised his eyebrow questionably at the back of Agent James. "He came back a few months ago."

Agent Sweatman stumbled with his notebook and pencil, "Could you go into further detail?"

"Sorry. I can't share information about the case with outsiders."

"Sir please." Agent Sweatman pleaded with his eyes. His expression reminded Greg of his daughter, Becky, whenever she wanted something she would use her puppy eyes on him.

Greg shook his head firmly, "No. Sorry, the exit's that way." He pointed towards the door. Agent Sweatman pursed his lips and gave Greg a nod. He stepped out of the room and glared at his partner across the room flirting with the female detective that had let them in.

"Agent James!" He looked back startled at Agent Sweatman and winked at the woman.

"Call me." Agent James and Agent Sweatman walked out of Scotland Yard.

Greg watched the two FBI agents leave, "Weird bunch aren't they."

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"Well? Did he tell you anything Sammy?" Dean tossed his FBI coat into the Impala's trunk.

Sam glared at him, "Yeah no thanks to you. We're gonna have to break in."

"Alright we'll go once the sun sets."

"What do you think Cas meant?" Sam watched as his brother closed the trunk of his beloved car with gentleness.

"What do you mean?"

"He said there was something here."

Dean shrugged, "I don't know. That guy never tells straight answers. It's like he's allergic to them or something. Let's just go back to our hotel and grab some chow."

"Alright." Little did they know as the brothers got in their car and drove out, someone was watching them from the shadows. The man smirked and looked through his phone, there were several pictures of the brothers talking. He sent a text and began humming Stayin Alive.

In the flat at Baker street, the blackberry phone buzzed loudly. John grabbed it from the table and read the text. "Sherlock!"

"I'm busy."

"You'll wanna see this." John quickly handed Sherlock the phone, "It's him."

Time to play. - J.M.

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Becky cursed loudly as she looked at her grades online. That stupid history teacher had flunked her, again.

"What's up lil sis?" Her older brother, Igor, asked from behind his book.

"Mr. Rice flunked me!" whined Becky. "I swear that jerk hates me."

"Did you do anything for his class? Homework, projects?"

Becky snorted, "Of course not." Igor looked at his sister, she was the greatest little sister you could ask for. Besides her little baby fits she had occasionally...and her issues at school...and her resentment towards their father. Igor shook his head as he came out of his thoughts, he then noticed his sister had an evil grin. "Igor... Can you hack into the system and raise my grade?"

"No. You know that's illegal. And when Dad finds out..."

"If Dad finds out that I'm flunking a class he's gonna kill me." Becky begged, "Please?" Igor turned away so he didn't have to face her puppy eyes. He could still picture his sister behind him with her eyes widened and bottom lip quivering.

"Fine. Give me the laptop," Igor groaned giving in.

"Thanks!" Becky grinned and hugged him. She grabbed the laptop off the table and brought it over. "I already tried but it's well protected."

"So why are you making me do it again?"

"Since you're clearly the better hacker Igor."

Igor turned to the computer and began typing command codes and override systems. Becky took her phone out and began surfing the web.

OMG Becky! Check the facebook chat!!! -W.W.

Her best friend Will texted her. Will, or William, was the son of Doctor John Watson. Although his parents have yet to find out, he was very, very gay. Will's first crush had been her very own brother, though he got over that pretty quickly.

Becky went on Facebook to see what the big deal was about. Her classmates were all chatting about the possibilities of how the murder had happened. Many theories evolved around the return of the criminal mastermind Jim Moriarty. But the most outrageous assumption was the ghost of the senior from 10 years ago back to getting his revenge.

ClaraH.: I'm telling you! It's him!

Carl_P: What the senior that killed himself in that room 10 years ago?

Lucy666: Plz. Be serious, there's no such thing as ghosts.

Becky rolled her eyes at her stupid classmates.

Becks: Really guys? Who the fuck actually cares.

Will.I.Am.: Uh, murder at our school Becky. I think everyone cares.

Becks: So we're just gonna talk about who killed them?

*Anonymous shared a picture*

Becks: What the fuck.

Will.I.Am.: Holy crap holy crap holy crap

ClaraH.: OMG I TOLD YOU!!!

Carl_P: Who the fuck put this up?!

Anonymous: I took this at the crime scene. Look at that and tell me that isn't real.

Carl_P: Ghosts ain't real. Lucy don't freak out this guy's just messing with all of us.

Carl_P: Lucy?

ClaraH.: She fainted.

-Anonymous left the chat-

Becky looked at her phone in disbelief. This was not actually happening, she squinted at the photo, among the dead corpse, there was a glimpse of a white figure near the window.

"BECKY!" Igor shouted causing Becky to drop her phone. She shot a glare at her brother and picked her phone up checking for cracks.

"Did you get in?"

"Not exactly." Becky stared at Igor with shock. "But... all I need to do is download this virus into the principal's computer."

Becky frowned, but then broke into a wide smile as she realized what her brother meant. "We're gonna break into the school."

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"Hurry up!" hissed Igor as he stood guard.

"Shut up I'm almost done." Becky growled at her brother and went back to struggling with the lock. They stood in front of the principal's office, several feet away at the end of the hallway, was room 221. Igor and Becky grinned as the door clicked and opened, before they could step in, they heard a clank at the end of the hallway. The siblings froze and looked at each other before rushing into the office and closing the door.

Sam and Dean walked around the corner holding knifes. "Dean, did you hear something?"

"Probably rats." Dean ducked under the police tape and took in the scene. He whistled, "This is one crazy work. You sure it's a ghost Sammy?"

"Positive."

"Alright you look over there. I'll look here."

At about the same time, the Lestrade siblings were trying to hack into the principal's computer. "What do you think that sound was?" Igor asked as he typed away.

"I don't know. Maybe a stray got in." Becky glanced at her phone, "Are you almost done?"

"Yeah just a bit more..." Becky sighed and was surprised to see her breath. She blew out and felt chills over the air.

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"Damn it there's nothing!" Dean slammed his fist on the table in frustration.

Sam paced around the room, "Maybe we're missing something. Maybe..."

The brothers jumped at the loud crash outside the room. They slowly walked towards the door with their knifes. A scream rang across the hall and the Winchester boys ran towards the sound. Becky was outside the office screaming and pointing to her brother whose head was now tilted the wrong way. Dean ran into the room and slashed at the ghost, it vanished dropping the body.

Dean walked out of the office and looked around, "We need to go." Sam nodded at him and tried to calm the screaming girl.

"Hey hey, look at me. We need you to calm down. What's your name?" The younger Winchester looked at the terrified girl. Her hair was the same color as his brother's but lighter and much longer, her chocolate colored eyes widened with terror.

She gulped, "B...Becky..."

"HEY!" Dean shouted at the figure that came out of room 221. The hooded figure froze as Dean slowly walked towards it. It suddenly turned and sprinted towards the emergency exit. Dean ran after the figure, he almost caught up and grabbed the hood revealing long black hair. She kneed Dean's precious spot and escaped out the exit.

Sam held Becky's hand as he led her towards his brother who was crouching over with pain. "You okay?"

Groaning, Dean grabbed the wall as he stood up. "Yeah I'll live."

Before Sam could say anything else, the lights came on and police began storming the building.

"Aw son of a bitch..." Dean groaned. They ran out of the building through the emergency exit and quickly rushed to their car. Dean paused and looked behind Sam, "Where'd that girl go?"

Sam looked around for Becky but she was gone. "Dean we gotta find her. That ghost can still go after her."

"You do that. I'm gonna find that other girl. She probably knows something."

"Yeah but Becky, she could die at any moment and we don't even know where she is."

Dean grinned, "I beg to differ." He pulled out a wallet from his pocket.

Sam's mouth dropped, "Is that..."

"Yes it is."

"Why...?"

"I don't think the reason matters much." Opening the wallet, Dean ignored his little brother's glare. "Let's see, right here Becky Lestrade."

"Lestrade? Why does that sound familiar?"

"'Cause we already met her dad." Dean pulled out a photo of Becky and Greg grinning happily at the camera along with her mother and brother.